By Sanjana Sheth
"I’ve stumbled upon this life it seems
Seventeen I was when I realized this
Seems like it was yesterday
I made poetries out of it every day
Like some sort of escape, you may say
A melancholic tune
Like Foggy dune
Curling up my body
Entwined to my spine
Carving itself, slowly into mine
Like it was trying to hurt me you'd say
Sometimes it'd hurt, sometimes I'd beg it to stay.
You see I learned about sadness at a very young age
It was because of a love-cage
It made me stay like a stray
Such a miser you'd say
But then it would start to engrave
Little words of love, bereaved
Drumming the notes one would crave
Although, all I feel is dull and grey
How pathetic you'd say
But I could never feel that way
Thousands of bodies inside me, they stay
Keeping me awake night and day
I get what you’re trying to relay
But trust me when I say
I felt nothing, I was merely a molding clay.
Suddenly, everything was strange
Like my body was a haunted
There were posters of me, WANTED
I made sure of one thing that day
To scare, everyone away
I sat for some time there to grieve
as I thought,
This is what it feels
how the numbness grieves
How sad you may say
Disagreeably I say
It’s disgustingly beautiful
How I was a home to thousands astray.
I sat in peace reliving every one of them in me
Like love letters to thee, you could say
In the blink of an eye
I hear that same tune sting like a sty
Carved up to my spine
I stood up from there
And walked to the tree
It looked at me and asked
How fun was it to be?
Confused I sat and asked, what is this I feel?
It smiled and said
Versions of you unsealed.
Completed, close to the end.
I'm scared, now as you can see
It tells me
This was the story
Before it began
Now the tune paces up the speed
As the flush of color disappears
It looks at me still
As the end feels closer, I fear
I turn around to see
I hear the tune make a face and reappear
Now you can't walk away
Here I'll give you a hand
Help you dig your own grave.
This is not the end you may say.
But I'll cut you in two
If you asked me to stay.
Like I said
I've stumbled upon this life.
And here in this grave,
I lay."